I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 160 Driven by Desire

"Look carefully, you are quite handsome." Ruila said, stretching out her blue right hand, looking at the boy's blue eyes affectionately, and caressing the boy's cheek with her slender fingers, as if caressing the boy she had not seen for many years.

Meet the lovers.

"Damn it, should I fight or not?"

"Are these two guys going to have sex in the arena?"

"XX? That's really fucking exciting, hahaha!"

The audience on the stage began to loudly express their dissatisfaction. The boring opening ceremony was already wasting a lot of time, but now that the competition has begun, the two contestants actually started talking about love in front of more than 50,000 spectators?

However, at this time, Lancelot could not hear the roar of the surrounding audience at all. All attention was focused on the night elves, as if there was a magic power that attracted him deeply.

Rilla put her hands around the hero's neck, stood up on tiptoes, and moved her delicate little face closer to Lancelot. Her warm breath continued to stimulate Lancelot's nerves. The boy had completely lost his mind at this time.

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"Lancelot, do you like me?"

"I like it. No, I love you, my dear Rilla." Lancelot looked at Rilla's face, and his breathing became a little heavier. He felt that as long as he leaned forward a little more, he could kiss the night elf.

lips.

"Then how much do you love me?"

Rilla took a step forward, her whole body pressed close to Lancelot, and the boy subconsciously put his arms around the night elf's waist.

"Ah" Lancelot couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum. He looked down inadvertently, and his eyes almost fell out.

There was a bottomless ravine between the two groups of blue softness, and at the same time, it formed an extremely attractive arc under the squeeze of the breastplate. Lancelot couldn't help cursing in his heart why he was wearing this.

Damn armor.

"Speak, Lancelot, how much you love me." Rilla put her mouth to the boy's ear and spoke softly, and her warm breath instantly made Lancelot's whole body tremble.

Lancelot's mind went blank at this time. He couldn't say those words, not because he was still thinking about Lilith, but because he had lost his mind under the temptation of Rilla.

Lancelot's only remaining thought was to vent his most primitive desires and knock down the seductive Smurf in front of him and do crazy damage.

"Hmm" Ruila snorted softly. She felt the hands on her waist hug her a little tighter, and a proud smile began to appear on her lips.

"Don't worry, Lancelot." The night elf said, trying to push the boy away, but found that the boy was hugging him tightly, and there was no way to break free.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the audience on the stage gradually became quiet. They were curious to observe what would happen next. If they could see the scene of human and elves having sex in the Blackthorn Arena, this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Under the huge blue tent, Harvey, who was sitting directly in front, stared coldly at Lancelot and Rilla hugging each other tightly on the field, with an ugly look on his face.

The red-robed mage knew that Lancelot must have been charmed by the night elves. No one can save him now. Only if he wakes up can he have hope of living.

Harvey held the armrest of the seat tightly with his right hand. He did not expect that Lancelot's opponent in the first duel would be a night elf. Someone must have secretly tampered with the battle list he had arranged.

Behind Harvey, to the right, sat a burly man in black robe, who was Caesar, the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Pislan.

Caesar looked at Lancelot who was fascinated by Rilla on the field, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He knew that Leo and Bolton had already completed the arrangements.

After Caesar mentioned it last time, Leo contacted Burton and found out that the white-haired gladiator was Lancelot, who had grown much larger for some reason.

Originally, Caesar's intention was to eliminate threatening opponents as much as possible. Lancelot could be ignored because he was not strong. However, at Bolton's strong request, Leo specially changed the list and arranged for Lancelot's opponent to be a night elf.

Rila.

This decision was not only because of Bolton's grudge, they also wanted to use this method to give Harvey a show of strength. After all, Lancelot was the object of special care of the red-robed mage.

Caesar just needs to sit quietly under the tent and watch how Lancelot goes to death under the charm of the night elf.

Rilla didn't expect Lancelot to be so strong, and sweat started to break out on her forehead.

You must know that the night elf's physique is very special and is naturally unaffected by the environment, but the boy's tough actions at this time gradually made her feel that it was a bit too much.

"Lancelot, do you want me?" Rilla said, leaving a light kiss on the boy's face, and then said: "If you want, take off your armor and let me feel your warmth.

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"Okay" Lancelot pushed the night elf away with force, then lowered his head and untied the hemp ropes on both sides, while Rilla quietly retreated a distance.

Lancelot's mouth was dry and he could no longer suppress his inner desire. He took off the entire armor in less than thirty seconds.

More than 50,000 spectators on the stage witnessed the whole process, but Lancelot only saw Rilla's alluring blue body. He felt like a fire was burning all over his body, and it became transformed under the scorching sun.

Even more unbearable.

After Lancelot took off his armor, he found a set of white coarse cloth underneath, which was completely soaked with sweat.

Ruila couldn't help but swallowed when she saw a large obvious bulge in an indescribable position on the other side.

Of course, this was not because the night elf also had a desire for the boy, but because she knew that her charm had been perfectly successful, and she quietly touched the golden dagger at her waist with her right hand.

The audience on the stage suddenly realized when they saw this scene. They knew what the night elves would do next. However, only one person was still kept in the dark, and it was Rilla's opponent-Lancelot.

"Baby Rilla, come here quickly, I'm ready." Lancelot smiled stupidly and quickly stepped forward to hug the night elf's body.

The night elf looked at Lancelot who was approaching step by step, with a hint of ferocity on his face, and promised: "Don't worry, I will make your death less painful."

Lancelot didn't seem to hear what Rilla said. His mind was filled with indescribable images. It was obvious that Lancelot was already thinking in other people's shoes with his lower body and brain.

As soon as the boy walked into Rilla's attack range, she pulled out a dagger and stabbed the boy in the neck, shouting: "Go to hell!"

Lancelot still had a silly smile on his face, and all he could see in his eyes was the softness of the night elf that swayed with its movements. He stretched out his hand to grab it, completely unaware that the sharp dagger was stabbing him at an extremely fast speed.

neck!

(End of chapter)